“I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it.”
— Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964
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“I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it.”
— Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964
“After all, the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great. To escape the cognitive mode of experience, to transcend the accident of one's moment of being.”
- Donna Tartt, The Secret History
Never forever
And the next time
Someone says forever,
I will gather strength.
Do whatever it takes.
To not laugh
Right in his face.
Life is a tragedy,
We are all victims
Of this pink disease.
So let us laugh,
And not hold on.
Say whatever you will
But please, never forever.
What is love
There is me and
Then there is you.
When I escape myself,
I always find love in you.
And when I feel like
I don’t love you,
I seem to forget
What the four letters mean
And start writing definitions.
Tell me what you
Have done to me, for
I don’t have space
For myself in my life
You keep hurting me.
And I let you
And hurt you back more
Because I want to carry
A bigger knife always
As I am protecting an abnormal heart.
One that clings onto anything it can get,
One that gets attached faster than
Mercury melts at room temperature
And breaks faster than the falling star.
I think you will leave one day,
I don’t know how you will
And that’s the reason why
I think it will be like the last time.
This time, however, I am prepared
To catch the pieces as they break off.
I know it will hurt, as it did
But you get used to the pain.
It will come back to me
In pieces, perhaps the pain
But I will be ready with the painkillers.
So go on, break my heart.
Maybe you will give me
The final definition of love.
-J.C.
Perhaps love is just eating strawberries with your favorite person or peeling tangerines for someone you love. Perhaps, love is stored in understanding someone or it's stored in holding hands. Perhaps, love is just stored in watching TV together on a Sunday night.
and perhaps love is something ordinary rather than something way too difficult to embrace. perhaps love can be found inside us too.
and perhaps love is hidden in plain sight: in smiles and in sharing your lunch. perhaps love is something that can only you can give yourself.
“You have to get to a point where your mood doesn’t shift based on the insignificant actions of someone else.”
— Unknown
Your real soulmate will naturally make you feel seen, heard, understood, valued, supported & loved. They'll bring out your inner child, be open with you & give you best friend vibes. They'll heal, grow & evolve with you–not only in this lifetime but in every dimension & level up.
i dont write poetry. i cry words. when enough days go by and i feel hollow, ill go pen a poem and it gets better. thoughts?
you have to be careful
one wrong step
and it can all crumble.
the pieces i put together
as you wanted me to.
how i changed
from sweaters to capes,
from sonnets to blue mascara.
cause you wanted more power.
i have it now
so much of it
that i lack use.
so
be careful
slow and clever
i only lack use
the only thing i do.
- j.c.
man I can’t believe tomorrow is september.
august, it just slipped away, like a moment in time.
let’s hope september is something to remember.
and today I know, as your eyes towering over told me. I never knew you.
vaneca
i like this. no, i love this. this awkward phase we’re going through, all this confusion about each other. when we meet a stranger, we are hesitant about using pronouns and so are they. it’s awkward but it’s progress. we have(most of us have) gotten rid of assumptions. even when we do assume, the probabilities are wider. the world has stopped being black and white, it’s a large rainbow now.
vaneca
that was the thing about her, she was perfect without being perfect. she was perfect because every part of her was a different colour. she was perfect because every part of her had a different identity. she was perfect because in her glance nothing was less than perfect. because with her, i was perfect.
vaneca
my words
hurt her,
her words
broke me.
two friends,
two lovers,
two souls,
lost them.
vaneca
cold, sweet, strawberry.
my tongue loves it,
my heart hates it.
vaneca
Young love’s blush,
New fire on the turf.
Let’s fly away
Towards the yellow,
We’ll get lost
In each other’s depths.
The fire only getting
Brighter and brighter.
Don’t tell me you love me—
Cause I know you do.
Just hold me in your arms
And kiss me into oblivion.
This eternity is ours
Until we are the ashes
Of our own worldly fires.
vaneca